Can you just imagine
How tiny they’d be
To all fit inside there?
They’d be too small to see!
The journalists, sportspeople,
Actors musicians
All crowded inside
In such cramped up positions!
The truth is much stranger:
They’re not there at all!
Their voices come in
Through a wire in the wall
Or from satellite signals
From way up in space
We can hear them quite clearly
From some other place.
Tiny radio people
Would make much more sense
But truth’s often stranger
Than any pretense.
Tom Juniper Poetry 